Ai Hui was still somewhat alert at the beginning, but after a few consecutive lightning strikes he lost consciousness.
Before the might of Nature, even Masters were as negligible as dust.
Ai Hui’s whole body was charred, as if he was a big piece of charcoal that had just been fished out from the stove. Lightning struck his body continuously, and his body twitched with each blow.
By now, even Le Buleng did not dare to drag him out from within the cloud layer.
Lightning constantly filled the sky and illuminated the earth.
No one was in the mood to train. They abandoned what they were doing and looked toward the dark clouds hanging in the sky as well as the exploding lightning amid those clouds. Shock and worry filled their faces.
The lightning only stopped after an hour.
A coal-colored figure descended from the sky.
Shi Xueman was the first to dash over with a ball of mist in her hands. It rolled out and wrapped itself around Ai Hui.
